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Lives Left Tangled
Scribbling on paper stars, rising
Lost in the unbroken moment of a strange new clarity
when the wind whispers "no regrets"
to a dying sun that was never listening
Hearts beating in such an err of reason
Bitter sweet
Like children doing Monet
such a beautiful disaster
It's days like this I remember
how he unravled me
Cuz he knew pulling at my threads
was the only way for me to save myself
He wrote his name across my lines
& back again
Leaving me on my knees
gasping to the heavens when he said
"Stay."
Lost in the unbroken moment of a strange new clarity
when the wind whispers "no regrets"
to a dying sun that was never listening
Hearts beating in such an err of reason
Bitter sweet
Like children doing Monet
such a beautiful disaster
It's days like this I remember
how he unravled me
Cuz he knew pulling at my threads
was the only way for me to save myself
He wrote his name across my lines
& back again
Leaving me on my knees
gasping to the heavens when he said
"Stay."
Published 27th Jan 2010
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27th Jan 2010 10:57am
...for us is that this slightly longer piece than of late demonstrates how wonderfully your poetry flows, Kandice - almost into itself at times. Your paintings theme makes a welcome reappearance and the effects you bring to this canvas are at once special, delightful and enchanting.
28th Jan 2010 7:46am
i like the end of ever paragraph.. it really hits hard.. good job hun
28th Jan 2010 7:54am
Bitter sweet truly characterizes this piece. You really have a way to tear at a reader's heart.
PS: "Like children doing Monet
such a beautiful disaster"
is a magnificent line
PS: "Like children doing Monet
such a beautiful disaster"
is a magnificent line
